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Monday Fermata They sang together under vermillion Skies, rouged in such a way to suggest That night would never come. She offered Lilting harmonies to his sprawling Melodies that intertwined in crescendos With the dips and turns of lightning bugs, Dancing on the wind. Russet faded To violet as their song spread itself, Trickling through branches and caressing Far-off ears that could only wonder. Too soon the choruses of crickets joined In to welcome the darkness and the music abated, drenched in the heaviness of night and the sweat of still air. Two hands glided over now familiar landscapes, coming to rest in each other tightly until the crickets ceased serenading, and the lightning bugs stopped dancing, and the last sound the stars could perceive was the whispered breath-- I love you. ( 10/11/2004 07:55:00 PM ) Lisa#
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